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A hole leading in, a hole leading out, we connect to a cavern that is slimy all throughout. What are we?
What gets beaten, and whipped, but never cries?
What tree that definitely grows does not have a shadow and does not grow fruit?
I run through hills. I veer around mountains. I leap over rivers. And crawl through the forests. Step out your door to find me.
Five hundred begins it, five hundred ends it. Five in the middle is seen. First of all figures, the first of all letters. Take up their stations between. Join all together, and then you will bring before you the name of an eminent king.
What covers its face with its hands, speaks no language, yet most known what it's saying?